Courage
Dedicated to TP4G and her amazing courage that probably saved several lives. Those of her children and abusive ex-husband as well as her own.
reach out
Jangled nerves feel the pain thorns and heartache covered by a smile eyes cry in the night hopes elusive image disappears it seems to be hope against hope know tunnels must end willing you on reach for a friend reach for someone sha
Little Dancer
Written 4-9-2010 For the daughter that seems to be out of my reach. Maybe someday ... I can say these words
ME
i WROTE THIS POEM FOR MYSELF
ol' bones
the lucky get there
My Gan-gan
In loving memory of my maternal grandmother, a very special lady...
Natalie
My grandaughter. A heart the size of Texas in the smallest package.
Between Yesterday And Tomorrow
In the summer of our youth We knew only tears and sorrow.. Always hoping Always wishing~ Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
Stage Left
smiling face, with old newspapers. tattered and yellow, all this, of where I am... and how I came to be....... XX Sophia
Erin's Paddy
To a truly amazing Grand dad He choose my middle name Erin...He was a beautiful guy, he also used to create little ships inside bottles, he had a very hard life In Ireland but with the staunch he made it, he cared...for his fellow people.....a great sailor too, cape horn was his specialty back then with the massive clippers just as time was changing..1929....wonderful man!!!! In memory today of his passing.. I named my son... Lucan, from where my grand dad was born.. A beautiful day Paddy, of all that's abound...on that ship is you, no fear, the crows nest, you shout at the wind, loving it!!!...bye Paddy..xxxxxxxx your Sophia Erin......
The ol' Black Book
That ol' black book.. been sittin' on our shelf, ever since I was a boy, Guess I never thought to open it up, Just to busy with all my toys, Oh, every once in a while Paw'd walk over, and wipe the dust off the cover, Told me one day it
Stand Up
I'm usually a lurker, but there comes a time when a man needs to speak for himself. My father was a pastor and from the bones of one of his best sermons, i wrote this when he died and read it to his congregation. I am not a religious person but I loved my father and the way he looked at life. I was inspired by a very inspiring man. Peace xxx
My Big Sister
Dedicated lovingly to her...
Teenage speech day
I wrote this a few years ago for my then teenaged son when I was his single parent, bless him.
DEATH
Oh! Death, I do know you are, much waiting, to take me away. I know I am much dearer to you, as I am, to the others too. I know you want me for yourself, for you too love me, as the others do. But tell me one thing my dear. How would you ever f
Madhouse
Up is down and down is up And sideways thoughts assault me. Babbling noises blast my ears Devoid of rationality. Chaos rules this mad house As the time ticks slowly by Accused of countless wicked things That no one can deny. It matters no
the better side of me
TO my daughter... written in love
To my brother!
i love my family...
one wish
this poem is about my daughter kaycee
slow your roll
Life begins in an instant and ends in that same moment at the speed of light we have no time to fight for when the dust clears and the sun does rise it will all be seen through someone else´s eyes
A WEDDING BLESSING
Words cannot say, On how we felt that day The months are passing by, Since we said our goodbyes You went so sudden, Two days before our daughter’s weddin' The last words you said, Was the wedding to go ahead With this sudden take, I
Days Gone By........by Nevadalady01
now that the new year is upon us it makes me think of the days gone by and the things i wish and hope for for the comming new year.i hope this finds me happy and with my new someone special.
dont cry daddy
with what would have been elvis presely's birthday tomorrow i wanted to share one of my favourite songs of his, so beautiful
Generations (07/07/07)
There is a big difference between generations. Today, there is a very big difference. The older ones like Doo-wop. The younger ones like hip-hop. The older listens to records The young listens to CD’s and iPods The older talks about the past T
A "Nanna's" Thoughts...
For my grandchildren...
From Dad With Love
This actually my father wrote for me when I moved to La Crosse. He wanted me to have me words of encouragement so I`d keep my head held high. Of course, a lot of bad things happened there but I did experience those things at least and kept on living. Thanks dad. I`ve kept these words close. Hopefully these words can help all of you too.
OCTOBER
Dedicated to my father . Written here as promised for sunnylad. ;-)
No more Pain... Dad!
In the attempt to give it one more try, I knew would be the first and last to cry. All I wanted was that father daughter bond, I was happy when you made the effort to respond. Not knowing how long it would last, But didn’t think it would be thi
Walking away from another.
You are just the same as dad, The things you done are bad! Them things there was no need for, But you should have thought of that before. You are another one who is meant to be, There to help and support me. But where was in you in times of nee
Weekends
Breaking up of marriages and families.
I Missed You!
for Samantha my beautiful daughter
Never Ask Your Mom
What should you do on a snowy day? Don't ask your mom, is the first thing I will say. It all happened on the 13th of December. A very cold day, I'll always remember. You see the snow was coming down fast. I thought to myself - How long will t
RAIN
JUST THINKING OF HOW I COPE WITH THINGS.
A feel good poem
-This one is for my beloved mum, she is 72 and is going through a little bit of anxiety at the moment, thankfully she still has the loving support of my dad, they have been married for 54 years.
MOM
My mom is the reason for all that I am for that I AM GREATFUL
To Amber
Amber you are such a joy to me, have been since i first saw you. Your cute little face, your pretty eyes, and smile, just make me happy all the while I think of you. Altho you are grown now, i hope that you see, what a wonderful grandaught
DAD
When the time came for me to enter this world it was your hands that were the first to welcome me in Over the year's it may seem like we have drifted apart from one another but I know that our bond still remains Though it sadden's me tha
A birthday poem
While browsing through the poems I noticed that some popular guy called Andrew is having a birthday, so this one's for you Andy.
LOST FOR AWHILE
A child walked towards home with shaky feet She hide her tears behind a weak smile She wished the past year she could delete Oh, how she wished she was not lost for awhile A mother looked through her kitchen window Saw her daughter whom she ha
30 Odd Years
Since I was 8 years old, my father promised me he`d quit smoking. He`s tried the patch, cold turkey, and has done it half heartedly at times but it never stuck. He tells me he`s healthy but his tears worry me as his life takes a dramatic change for standing up for himself. If he`s so happy about all these projects coming to him and his business, why can`t he let the rest of him be happy, and finally let this vice go...Written 3-12-11
Hurting Eyes
my wife left me, and I raised the kids on my own. It wasnt easy so I wrote this poem thru my tears alone in my room. Men cry too
Unrelated
what i felt being a little girl when my dady left after a visit